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Pamela's Get [MultiFormat]
eBook by David J. Schow
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eBook Category: Horror World Fantasy Award Nominee, Bram Stoker Award Recommendation
eBook Description: A quartet of close friends is torn apart by Pamela's sudden death, and the true nature of their relationship is revealed through a secret contract--and childish imagination.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Twilight Zone, 1987
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2001
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [130 KB], eReader (PDB) [46 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [34 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [31 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [107 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [107 KB], hiebook (KML) [102 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [65 KB], iSilo (PDB) [29 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [36 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [63 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [50 KB]
Words: 9553
Reading time: 27-38 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Jaime watched Pamela Drake's father reread the single typed page she had given him. "Maybe you should order a drink," he said, releasing a huge sigh, his eyes still relentlessly scanning. Seeking faults, footholds for assault. A thinly misted glass of ice water stood untouched before her on its cocktail napkin. Drake's purely professional scotch and soda was half dead. At his beckoning a splay-breasted cooch hostess jiggled over to swap empties for fulls. Jaime did not want anything from the Object getting inside of her, but her throat was arid and she knew the way Drake's brain worked. A libation might signal some rough truce. Just this once. That was all she needed. "White wine," she said. "Dry." Stay generic. One glass. Give a little that you might gain everything. If she had been out boozing with Pamela, outrageous new drinks in funny colors would have been the ground rule. Fifty-six, without a thread of gray, was Pavel Drake of Drake Polyvinyl Products Inc. He dyes his hair, she thought, suddenly shocked. Any vanity implied a crumb of human feeling somewhere in the convolutions of this man's mean, small mind. In this place of hopelessness, where women were literally Objectified, it was a spark of hope. Jaime needed hope. Because if the man sitting across from her did not affix his signature to that piece of paper, she was going to die.
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